Page 54 of Sins or Secrets
So there, that proves the weather is hot and calls for these shorts, although a little on the short shorts side, and this top, which kind of looks similar to the top Aunt Lilly got me.Except this is a tank top and while the top Lilly got me was tight because I got it when I was eighteen, this is designed to be tight so I’m all boobs and ass today.
Today, which was different from yesterday when I wore a pair of jeans and a baggy t-shirt.That’s what he saw me in yesterday and the look screamed I don’t like to go outside and see people.
Today, I look like a thirsty, newly divorced woman, although I’m not trying to be.And he’s here again today.
Here and shirtless.
Shirtless and in the backyard once again gathering wood and taking it to the boathouse.
I was still in bed when he arrived.I went to the window and saw him pulling up in his truck looking like he was readying himself for work again.
Yesterday, I kind of avoided him.Every time I thought of going to speak to him, hot sex pushed it’s way to the forefront of my mind.
I just didn’t know how I’d gone from thinking no relationship to whatever it is I’m thinking now.
If I’m thinking about having hot sex with my ex who I have a complicated history with, and I’m leaving in six months then what I’m thinking of is hooking up.Random sex.
Sex.
Oh my God…. Maybe I should go into town and go away for the day.
I sip on the cup of hot chocolate and gaze through the sitting room window.Only yesterday, Bree and I stood in the kitchen ogling this man.
Now I’m by myself ogling him but I have her words stuck in my head as I look over every inch of the fine specimen of a man she called him.
Bree couldn’t have chosen better words because this guy looks like what God intended for man to look like when he created them.Perfect. Logan looks perfect, and I haven’t seen perfect in a long time.
Fucking Riley, was fucking Riley.There was never any attraction or emotions in our marriage.
Sex felt like something else, and I felt like I would die every time he touched me.
As Logan turns, I get lost in the artwork of his tattoos and the deep muscles lining his back.Beads of sweat run down his skin highlighting how hot the day is and it’s barely ten.
Yesterday he worked on the boathouse by himself and it looks like he’s doing the same thing again today.The other men are still focusing on the damaged parts of the house.
It looks like he could do with some help.So...what if I helped?
That would be alright. And I should help.That contract stated specifically that I was supposed to refurbish and rebuild.It didn’t tell me to sit and watch while it was happening.
It’s not like I’m doing anything either.There are a million and one things in the house left to sort out but I have six months to do it.
My efforts should be placed on where I’m needed most, right?
I could also take him something to eat and drink.Something like cookies just in case he’s already eaten, and maybe a pitcher of lemonade.
I’m on my feet as the idea spins around in mymind.
Food first, then manual laborafter.
I quickly whip up a batch of those cookies Lilly used to make for us as kids, and I make fresh lemonade and place lots of ice in the jug.
Within an hour I have a tray ready to take out and serve the hardworking, gorgeous man in my backyard.Our backyard. And because it’s nearly lunchtime, I make some little sandwiches with an assortment of fillings, thankful that I had a range of food to choose from after my supermarket spree the other day.
Pulling my hair back into a ponytail, I make my way outside with the tray and head over to the boathouse.It’s just past the dance studio.I’ve been trying not to get too close to the ruins over here because there are all sorts of debris everywhere.It’s the sort of damage where it wouldn’t be that hard to get hurt.
As I get closer to the boathouse, I can see the work Logan has put in.One wall has already been repaired and the surrounding area looks cleaner.He cleared away all the leaves and dead trees that marred the beauty.Now I can see grass. It’s a little dry but give it a few weeks and it would look a lot better with some sunlight.Especially this kind of sunlight.
Logan’s inside the boathouse and it sounds like he's using the hammer on the wall.
